Three Scrolls Discovered in Near Boulongne sur Mer
Oct 4, 2018 14:03:33 GMT -8
Post by Stu Venable on Oct 4, 2018 14:03:33 GMT -8
Chronicle of Thuld
“This is the chronicle of Thuld, daughter of Groth, sage to the Ka’Tal, of the Great Ice Expanse.
“Much time passed after we parted ways with our brethren. We wandered for a time, so long that Groth the master sage passed. I, Thuld, daughter of Groth, have taken up the chronicle. It came to pass that a creature known as Dragthogosh began its pursuit of our tribe. It moved clumsily through the tunnels, as it was the Warlord of the Great Sea of Quarg, and it had neither feet nor limbs, but fins.
“Legends say that Dragthogosh melded creatures of the Great Sea of Quarg into new creatures to do its bidding. But there is little life in these caverns, save for the fungus and eyeless vermin that sustains us.
“Many of the Warrior Caste died at the fangs of Dragthogosh, for even though it was slow, it was fierce and very strong. One of our warlords devised a plan to trick the Wyrm, and lead it to believe we had traveled down a different tunnel. It succeeded.
“We passed many more splits in the tunnels, each time deceiving the Wyrm.
“We came to a large cavern with a great salt lake, a days march in each direction. We searched the cavern for another exit, but none was found. Our Chieftain ordered an excavation near the source of the salted water. But they are weak, as we have no fresh water, and the lake’s water makes us sick.
“Yet still, the warriors dug fiercely, as the rumbling moves of Dragthogosh grew nearer.”
Chronicle of Groth
“This is the chronicle of Groth, son of Kragh, sage to the Ka’Tal of the Great Ice Expanse
“I now begin my writings, as Kragh has passed. We have again come to a fork in the wretched caverns that has been our home for nearly a generation. We have drawn lots with the other six tribes, and the Ma’Goth will take what we call the Long Straight Trail, for we sages believe that this way was mined by some forgotten civilization. There are carvings and the walls contain not the smooth hewing of water and ice, but the chiseled markings of pick and hammer.
“We sages have suggested to our chieftains that the creatures who carved these tunnels may still live, and as we are few in number, meeting such a civilization may cause our end, or worse yet, enslavement.
“We continue along the sinuous natural tunnels with the Zhan, Ur’Kech, Ra’Tuch, Ra’Tan and Ur’Rach. We wish our Ma’Goth brethren well.
“Time passes with no sun, and our ability to keep track of the passing of time is impossible. We count days only by exhaustion, but our days here hold little meaning with the days of of time on the Great Ice Expanse.
After a time, we came to another fork. One way was dry, the other wet and acidic. This time, we drew lots, and it was proclaimed that we, the Ka’Tal would venture forth alone.
Chronicle of Kragh
“This is the Chronicle of Kragh, daughter of Hlugh, of the Ka’Tal, of the Great Ice Expanse.
“We were upon an expedition against the T’Chek tribe to the South, when upon the field of battle came the Fire Wyrm, Lagnothrax. It belched fire upon the battlefield, slaying many warriors and shaman. We fled, along side those surviving T’Chek, toward the East Mountains, werein dwelt the long-dead Rockdwellers. We would seek our refuge in their vast underground citadels.
“Upon arriving there, we were met with survivors of the other eight Great Orc Tribes. It was the season of the Game, and many armies were upon the fields of our valleys and marshes, each tribe trying to best the others.
“Each battlefield had been laid to waste by one of the Great Nemeses, their deformed minions flooding onto each battlefield. The Great Nemeses appeared to be working in concert, driving the tribes ever eastward.
“Many were lost in the early days of our retreat into the caverns of the Rockdwellers. The Phol’Teck, of the Southern Marshes, were reduced to but a few dozen, as they guarded the rear, and the Nemeses’ minions were relentless in their attacks.
“We delved into the Rockdwellers lower caverns. It appears the Rockdwellers had dug very deep into the rock, perhaps connecting their vast kingdoms.
“When we came upon the first fork, the Chieftains decided that at each major fork, one tribe would set off alone, believing that if calamity waited in one tunnel, it might not wait in two.
“The Phol’Teck volunteered to take the smaller of the two tunnels. Their numbers were few, but their Father Shaman were considered the most formidable.
“We continued traveling, as our tunnel descended deeper and deeper into the bedrock of the land, whereupon we came to the second great fork. The tunnels here did not appear to be carved anymore by the Rockdwellers, for they were smooth, as if carved by water.
“At this second fork, no tribe was willing to volunteer, so the chieftains drew lots. It would come to pass that the Thutune Tribe, of the Great Desert Oases, would venture alone.
“As our travels continued, our supplies ran dry. We were able to forage funguses and molds, which sustained us. We would fill all water skins at every underground creek or river we found. Our numbers continued to dwindle, from starvation and sickness.
“When we came to the third great fork, lots were again drawn, and the Yuth’Nal, the Beast Riders of the Steppes, drew the lot to part ways.
“This is the chronicle of Thuld, daughter of Groth, sage to the Ka’Tal, of the Great Ice Expanse.
“Much time passed after we parted ways with our brethren. We wandered for a time, so long that Groth the master sage passed. I, Thuld, daughter of Groth, have taken up the chronicle. It came to pass that a creature known as Dragthogosh began its pursuit of our tribe. It moved clumsily through the tunnels, as it was the Warlord of the Great Sea of Quarg, and it had neither feet nor limbs, but fins.
“Legends say that Dragthogosh melded creatures of the Great Sea of Quarg into new creatures to do its bidding. But there is little life in these caverns, save for the fungus and eyeless vermin that sustains us.
“Many of the Warrior Caste died at the fangs of Dragthogosh, for even though it was slow, it was fierce and very strong. One of our warlords devised a plan to trick the Wyrm, and lead it to believe we had traveled down a different tunnel. It succeeded.
“We passed many more splits in the tunnels, each time deceiving the Wyrm.
“We came to a large cavern with a great salt lake, a days march in each direction. We searched the cavern for another exit, but none was found. Our Chieftain ordered an excavation near the source of the salted water. But they are weak, as we have no fresh water, and the lake’s water makes us sick.
“Yet still, the warriors dug fiercely, as the rumbling moves of Dragthogosh grew nearer.”
Chronicle of Groth
“This is the chronicle of Groth, son of Kragh, sage to the Ka’Tal of the Great Ice Expanse
“I now begin my writings, as Kragh has passed. We have again come to a fork in the wretched caverns that has been our home for nearly a generation. We have drawn lots with the other six tribes, and the Ma’Goth will take what we call the Long Straight Trail, for we sages believe that this way was mined by some forgotten civilization. There are carvings and the walls contain not the smooth hewing of water and ice, but the chiseled markings of pick and hammer.
“We sages have suggested to our chieftains that the creatures who carved these tunnels may still live, and as we are few in number, meeting such a civilization may cause our end, or worse yet, enslavement.
“We continue along the sinuous natural tunnels with the Zhan, Ur’Kech, Ra’Tuch, Ra’Tan and Ur’Rach. We wish our Ma’Goth brethren well.
“Time passes with no sun, and our ability to keep track of the passing of time is impossible. We count days only by exhaustion, but our days here hold little meaning with the days of of time on the Great Ice Expanse.
After a time, we came to another fork. One way was dry, the other wet and acidic. This time, we drew lots, and it was proclaimed that we, the Ka’Tal would venture forth alone.
Chronicle of Kragh
“This is the Chronicle of Kragh, daughter of Hlugh, of the Ka’Tal, of the Great Ice Expanse.
“We were upon an expedition against the T’Chek tribe to the South, when upon the field of battle came the Fire Wyrm, Lagnothrax. It belched fire upon the battlefield, slaying many warriors and shaman. We fled, along side those surviving T’Chek, toward the East Mountains, werein dwelt the long-dead Rockdwellers. We would seek our refuge in their vast underground citadels.
“Upon arriving there, we were met with survivors of the other eight Great Orc Tribes. It was the season of the Game, and many armies were upon the fields of our valleys and marshes, each tribe trying to best the others.
“Each battlefield had been laid to waste by one of the Great Nemeses, their deformed minions flooding onto each battlefield. The Great Nemeses appeared to be working in concert, driving the tribes ever eastward.
“Many were lost in the early days of our retreat into the caverns of the Rockdwellers. The Phol’Teck, of the Southern Marshes, were reduced to but a few dozen, as they guarded the rear, and the Nemeses’ minions were relentless in their attacks.
“We delved into the Rockdwellers lower caverns. It appears the Rockdwellers had dug very deep into the rock, perhaps connecting their vast kingdoms.
“When we came upon the first fork, the Chieftains decided that at each major fork, one tribe would set off alone, believing that if calamity waited in one tunnel, it might not wait in two.
“The Phol’Teck volunteered to take the smaller of the two tunnels. Their numbers were few, but their Father Shaman were considered the most formidable.
“We continued traveling, as our tunnel descended deeper and deeper into the bedrock of the land, whereupon we came to the second great fork. The tunnels here did not appear to be carved anymore by the Rockdwellers, for they were smooth, as if carved by water.
“At this second fork, no tribe was willing to volunteer, so the chieftains drew lots. It would come to pass that the Thutune Tribe, of the Great Desert Oases, would venture alone.
“As our travels continued, our supplies ran dry. We were able to forage funguses and molds, which sustained us. We would fill all water skins at every underground creek or river we found. Our numbers continued to dwindle, from starvation and sickness.
“When we came to the third great fork, lots were again drawn, and the Yuth’Nal, the Beast Riders of the Steppes, drew the lot to part ways.